The three men ate, drank and chatted until two o'clock.

Luo Yunqing had already prepared a facial mask for Zhu Meixia...

"Qingqing, it feels so good when you do this."

Luo Yunqing chuckled: "Although it's not as comfortable to do it yourself, the effect is the same."

"Auntie, you just need to use this mask once every three days for the first month, and once a week thereafter."

"In three months, the scars on your face will definitely disappear."

Zhu Meixia is in her fifties.

As you get older, your complexion naturally becomes less good.

Although I haven't developed age spots yet, I still have some melasma...

Hearing this, she was extremely happy: "Qingqing, can your shampoo really make my hair black?"

Luo Yunqing nodded: "Absolutely, this is pure Chinese herbal medicine, it won't have any effect on the body."

"Just use it three times, and all your gray hair will become black and shiny."

The spots on my face are gone and my hair has become blacker. Isn’t this rejuvenation?

Zhu Meixia narrowed her eyes and smiled: "Qingqing, the medicines here are very expensive, right? I have to pay you some money."

"hehe."

Luo Yunqing laughed again: "Auntie, no matter how precious it is, I can't accept your money, okay?"

"Don't worry, I'll send you more when I run out."

"When my godmother passed away, if you hadn't come to support me, my three sisters and I would definitely not have been able to do it so perfectly."

"Also, when my godmother was sick, you helped buy so many medicines. I haven't thanked you yet."

After hearing this, Zhu Meixia was unhappy.

"I'm not trying to help you, Xiaolin is my Zhicheng's savior."

"Well, we have a deal."

"I'll take it this time, but you'll have to pay for it next time."